While I started slowing falling in love with parts my body I still didn't love all of it for what it was/is. I remember my Virginia Beach trip and how much of a HUGE deal it was that I was going to wear a tiny bikini on a beach trip with my friends.

I was scared and filled with I don't care sentiment at the same time. In the end I wore my tiny bikini, had a blast, and didn't even THINK about my stretch marks or "tiny" boobs.

I have come to realize that I love my body. Yes it's been through more than a "normal" 23 year old woman but I don't care.

This is where you're going to think i'm nuts.
Just about every time I get out of the shower I look at my fully naked body in the mirror and every time I love it! The other day I got undressed in front of the mirror, put my hands on my hips, looked at my naked body for a minute, and thought: damn you're hot.

My small boobs, my stretch marks, all of me is hot, awesome, and should be loved and celebrated.